Luscious

“Oh, this iced coffee is luscious,” she said.

She sipped. A bead of water slipped down the sweating glass onto the table.

“You’re luscious,” he said, smiling and squinting against the sun.

Later, she judged the time of her son’s conception by the sundial shadow of their bodies.

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